Published by Andy Neckar.
P.O. Box J Hico, TX 76457
Vol. 4 Number 3, March., 1998

Editor-Andy Neckar
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Inside This Newsletter

1. A Parable of the Fishermen
2. A Parable of the Candles
3. The Room
4. The Stranger
5. The Bible and the TV Guide
6. A Popeish & Jewish Debate
7. Why I Expose Error And Warn Believers
8. NEWSWATCH
9. CNV Notes
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A Parable of the Fishermen
-Arthur unknown

Now it came to pass that a group existed who called themselves fishermen. And lo, there were many fish in the waters all around, In fact, the whole area was surrounded by streams and lakes filled with fish. And the fish were hungry.

Year after year these who called themselves fishermen met in meetings and talked about their call to fish, the abundance of fish, and how they might go about fishing. Continually they searched for new and better definitions of fishing. They sponsored costly nationwide and worldwide congresses to discuss fishing and promote fishing and hear about all the ways of fishing.

These fishermen built large, beautiful buildings called "Fishing Headquarters." The plea was that everyone should be a fisherman and every fisherman should fish. One thing they didn't do, however; they didn't fish.

They organized a board to send out fishermen to other places where there were many fish. The board was formed by those who had the great vision and courage to speak about fishing, to define fishing, and to promote the idea of fishing in faraway streams and lakes where many other fish of different colors lived. Also the board hired staffs and appointed committees and held many meetings to define fishing, to defend fishing, and to decide what new streams should be thought about. But the staff and committee members did not fish.

Expensive training centers were built to teach fishermen how to fish. Those who taught had doctorates in fishology, but the teachers did not fish. They only taught fishing. Year after year, graduates were sent to do full-time fishing, some to distant waters filled with fish.

Further, the fishermen built large printing houses to publish fishing guides. A speaker's bureau was also provided to schedule special speakers on the subject of fishing,

Many who felt the call to be fishermen responded, and were sent to fish. But like the fishermen back home they never fished.

Some also said they wanted to be part of the fishing party, but they felt called to furnish fishing equipment. Others felt their job was to relate to the fish in a good way so the fish would know the difference between good and bad fishermen.

After one stirring meeting on "The Necessity for Fishing," a young fellow left the meeting and went fishing. The next day he reported he had caught two outstanding fish. He was honored for his excellent catch and scheduled to visit all the big meetings possible to tell how he did it.

So he quit his fishing in order to have time to tell about the experience to the other fishermen. He was also placed on the Fishermen's General Board as a person having considerable experience.

Now it's true that many of the fishermen sacrificed and put up with all kinds of difficulties. Some lived near the water and bore the smell of dead fish every day.

They received the ridicule of some who made fun of their fishermen's clubs and the fact that they claimed to be fishermen yet never fished.

They wondered about those who felt it was of little use to attend the weekly meetings to talk about fishing. After all, were they not following the Master who said, "Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men?"

Imagine how hurt some were when one day a person suggested that those who didn't catch fish were really not fishermen, no matter how much they claimed to be. Yet it did sound correct.

Is a person a fisherman if year after year he never catches a fish?

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A Parable of the Candles

-Author unknown

There was a blackout one night. When the lights went out, I fumbled to the closet where we keep the candles for nights like this. I lit four of them. I was turning to leave with the large candle in my hand when I heard a voice,

"Now, hold it right there."

"Who said that?"

"I did." The voice was near my hand.

"Who are you? What are you?"

"I'm a candle,"

I lifted up the candle to take a closer look. There was a tiny face in the wax.

"Don't take me out of here!"

"What?"

"I said, Don't take me out of this room."

"What do you mean? I have to take you out. You're a candle. Your job is to give light. It's dark out there."

"But you can't take me out. I'm not ready," the candle explained with pleading eyes. "I need more preparation."

I couldn't believe my ears. "More preparation?"

"Yeah, I've decided I need to research this job of light-giving so I won't go out and make a bunch of mistakes, You'd be surprised how distorted the glow of an untrained candle can be."

"All right then," I said. "You're not the only candle on the shelf I'll blow you out and take the others!"

But right then I heard other voices, "We aren't going either!"

I turned to the other candles, "You are candles and your job is to light dark places!"

"Well, that may be what you think," said the first one, "You may think we have to go, but I'm busy--I'm meditating on the importance of light. It's really enlightening.".

"And you other two," I asked, "are you going to stay too?"

A short. fat, purple candle with plump cheeks spoke up. "I'm waiting to get my life together, I'm not stable enough."

The last candle had a female voice, very pleasant to the ear. "I'd like to help, "she explained, "but lighting the darkness is not my gift--I'm a singer. I sing to other candles to encourage them to burn more brightly."

She began a rendition of "This Little Light of Mine" The other three joined in. filling the closet with singing. I took a step back and considered the absurdity of it all. Four perfectly healthy candles singing to each other about light but refusing to come out of the closet.

Here is a question for you, when was the last time you shared the gospel to someone? This world is full of darkness, with many people stumbling around trying to find their way. You can be a light for them, and believe me, there's a light waiting for you. It can all happen with something as sharing the faith, to 'just a smile across the room, to a quick hello to a forgotten friend. "You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house.

LET YOUR LIGHT SO SHINE BEFORE MEN THAT THEY MAY SEE YOUR GOOD WORKS, AND GLORIFY YOUR FATHER WHICH IS IN HEAVEN.
Matthew 5:14-16

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THE ROOM
-Author unknown

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "People I Have Liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named "Friends" was next to the one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed."

The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I Have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed At." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I Have Yelled at My Brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done In My Anger," "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth.

Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature. When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.

An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.

But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?

Finally, He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.

"No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.

He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door.

There were still cards to be written.

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The Stranger
-Author unknown

A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small Tennessee town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me into the world a few months later.

As I grew up I never questioned his place in our family. In my young mind, each member had a special niche. My brother, Bill, five years my senior, was my example. Fran, my younger sister, gave me an opportunity to play 'big brother' and develop the art of teasing. My parents were complementary instructors-- Mom taught me to love the word of God, and Dad taught me to obey it. But the stranger was our story teller. He could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures, mysteries and comedies were daily conversations. He could hold our whole family spell-bound for hours each evening.

If I wanted to know about politics, history. or science, he knew it all. He knew about the past, understood the present, and seemingly could predict the future. The pictures he could draw were so life like that I would often laugh or cry as I watched.

He was like a friend to the whole family. He took Dad, Bill and me to our first major league baseball game. He was always encouraging us to see the movies and he even made arrangements to introduce us to several movie stars. My brother and I were deeply impressed by John Wayne in particular.

The stranger was an incessant talker, Dad didn't seem to mind, but sometimes Mom would quietly get up-- while the rest of us were enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places-- go to her room, read her Bible and pray. I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave.

You see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But this stranger never felt an obligation to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our house-- not from us, from our friends, or adults. Our longtime visitor, however, used occasional four letter words that burned my ears and made Dad squirm. To my knowledge the stranger was never confronted. My dad was a teetotaler who didn't permit alcohol in his home - not even for cooking. But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages often,

He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (too much too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. I know now that my early concepts of the man-woman relationship were influenced by the stranger.

As 1 look back, I believe it was the grace of God that the stranger did not influence us more. Time after time he opposed the values of my parents. Yet he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave.

More than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the young family on Morningside Drive. He is not nearly so intriguing to my Dad as he was in those early years. But if I were to walk into my parent's den today, you would still see him sitting over in a comer, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures,

His name? We always just called him TV.

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The Bible and the TV Guide

On the table side by side:
The Holy Bible and the TV Guide.
One is well worn but cherished with pride
(Not the Bible, but the TV Guide).

One is used daily to help folk decide,
NO! It isn't the Bible, It's the TV Guide.
As pages are turned, what shall they see?
Oh, what does it matter, turn on the TV.

Then confusion reigns, they all can't agree
On what they shall watch on the old TV
So they open the book in which they confide
(No, not the Bible, it's the TV Guide).

The Word of God is seldom read
Maybe a verse e'er they fall into bed
Exhausted and sleepy and tired as can be,
Not from reading the Bible: from watching TV.
So, then back to the table, side by side,
Are the Holy Bible and the TV Guide.

No time for prayer, no time for the Word.
The plan of salvation is seldom heard.
Forgiveness of sin so full and free I
s found in the Bible, not on the TV.
-Author Unknown 

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A Popeish & Jewish Debate
-Author unknown
(A little bit of humor)

In the middle ages, the Pope decided that all the Jews had to leave the city of Rome. Naturally, there was a big uproar from the Jewish community. So the Pope made a deal. He would have a theological debate with any person selected by the Jewish community. If their representative won, the Jews could stay. If the Pope won, the Jews would have to leave Rome forever.

The Jews realized that they had no choice. They looked around for a learned champion who could defend their faith, but no one was willing to volunteer. No one felt that they could equal the Pope's vast knowledge and overwhelming eloquence. Finally they picked a man to represent them - an old rabbi named Moishe who had become half-witted and spent his life sweeping the synagogue. Being old and slightly addled, he thought he had less to lose, and he agreed. He asked only for one condition for the debate. Not being an eloquent man like the Pope, and not being eloquent in Latin, he asked that neither side be allowed to talk, The Pope agreed,

The day of the great debate came. Moishe and the Pope sat opposite each other for a full minute without making a move. Then the Pope raised his hand and showed three fingers, Moishe looked back at him sadly, shook his head and raised one finger.

The Pope waved his arms in a circle around his head. Moishe pointed to the ground where he sat.

The Pope pulled out a wafer and a glass of wine. Moishe pulled out an apple, The Pope stood up and said, "I give up. This man is too good. The Jews can stay."

An hour later, the cardinals eagerly gathered around the Pope to find out what happened. The Pope said: "I've never met a man with such keen spiritual and theological insight. No matter what I said, he had an answer that reminded me how little I know. First I held up three fingers to assert that God was to be found through the Father, Son.. and Holy Spirit, He responded by holding up one finger to remind me that, even though He has manifested Himself in three persons. there is still only one God, and we both know His name. Then I waved my arms around me to show him that the greatness of God was written in the heavens. He responded by pointing to the ground. reminding me that God was in the midst of us through the person of the Holy Spirit. I pulled out the sacramental wine and wafer to show him that God's Son absolves us from our sins. He pulled out an apple to remind me that God had been dealing with sin as far back as the Garden of Eden. He had an answer for everything! I cannot ask people with such deeply spiritual leadership to leave Rome. They can stay!"

Meanwhile, the Jewish community had crowded around Moishe, amazed that this old, almost feeble-minded man had done what all their young, eloquent scholars had insisted was impossible!, "What happened?", they asked,

"Well," said Moishe, 'First he said to me that the Jews had three days to get out of town. I told him that not one of us was leaving. Then he told me that this whole city would be cleared of Jews, I let him know that we were staying right here."

"And then?" asked a woman. "I don't know,", said Moishe. "He took out his lunch and I took out mine, and it was all over."

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Why I Expose Error And Warn Believers
(Taken from my web site)

I am grieved for those who cannot understand my concerns and my warnings. I am not "attacking" the ministers who are obviously in error. I have nothing against them personally. I praise the Lord for every good thing in them and for every soul saved under their ministries. But souls saved are "in spite of ", not "because of " many of their messages. God's Word will not return to Him void. (Isaiah 55:11) I cannot and will not ignore the things they are doing "publicly" which I believe will eventually destroy thousands of sound churches and which will break down Godly walls between truth and error.

There are also those who are heretics deceiving the masses. Those ministers who deny the infallibility and inerrancy of the Bible, the Virgin Birth, the Lordship of Christ, the Blood Atonement, the Bodily Resurrection, the Eternal Sonship, ect. These I reject and alert others of their heresy.

The Bible commands men of God to judge the teaching and ministries of other men in order to protect the truth and the people of God. We are to mark those who cause divisions contrary to apostolic doctrine (Romans 16:17). This requires a careful examination and evaluation. The believers in the church at Corinth were instructed to judge one another (1 Cor. 14:29). That principle applies also to ministries outside of one's own church, especially to very "public ministries" which influence vast numbers of people.

Paul rebuked Peter publicly for his hypocrisy. (Gal. 2:11-14). Was Paul "attacking" Peter? Of course not. He was bringing him back to the truth.

Truth is more important than unity because without truth men cannot be saved and walk in the will of God. It is truth, not unity, which is the light in this dark world. John said, "I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth" (3 John 1:4). God tells me to mark and avoid those who teach contrary to the apostolic doctrine (Romans 16:17). He tells me to earnestly CONTEND for the faith once delivered to the saints (Jude 1:3). "Contend" means to strive, to fight. Trouble and striving are not wrong in themselves. The Lord Jesus Christ stirred up much trouble, as did all of the Old Testament prophets and New Testament apostles. Trouble is not wrong, when it is caused by contending for the truth. . The Lord God has put a love in my heart for His Truth. He imparted to me the spirit described by King David: "Therefore I esteem all thy precepts concerning all things to be right; and I hate every false way" (Psalm 119:128).

Ever since I was saved I have had something within me that has stirred me up for the Truth. I believe that Something is the Holy Spirit. One of His names is the Spirit of TRUTH (John 14:17; 15:26; 16:13 )

Matt 18:15 Moreover if thy brother shall trespass against thee, go and tell him his fault between thee and him alone: if he shall hear thee, thou hast gained thy brother. (KJV)

This verse is directed to those whose brother offended them "personally". It does not tell us how to handle "public hypocrisy or false teachings".

Titus 1:9 Holding fast the faithful word as he hath been taught, that he may be able by sound doctrine both to exhort and to convince the gainsayers. (KJV)

Titus 1:10 For there are many unruly and vain talkers and deceivers, specially they of the circumcision: (KJV)

Titus 1:11 Whose mouths must be stopped, who subvert whole houses, teaching things which they ought not, for filthy lucre's sake. (KJV)

Titus 1:12 One of themselves, even a prophet of their own, said, The Cretians are alway liars, evil beasts, slow bellies. (KJV)

Titus 1:13 This witness is true. Wherefore rebuke them sharply, that they may be sound in the faith; (KJV)

I cannot stop their mouths but I can try and warn as many people as I can.

Sincerely
Andy Neckar
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NEWSWATCH

The following News Articles are taken from "What in the World" A news service prepared by Bob Jones University

According to the Gay and Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation, this year's network prime-time lineup will increase the number of openly homosexual characters by almost a third, making the season the "gayest" yet (The Baptist Bulletin, 12/97). --------------------------------------------------------------------------

In its annual Statistical Abstract, the U.S. Census Bureau states that the average American spends 4.4 hours a day watching television; that is 1,595 hours per year (The Christian News, 12/22/97).
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Newsweek recently reported that the divorce rate of Protestant clergy now matches the general population and that as many as 30% of male Protestant ministers have had sexual relationships with women other than their wives (The Baptist Bulletin, 12/97).
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More than 80 gay and lesbian pastors and lay leaders from the Metropolitan Community Churches participated last year in the Robert Schuller Institute for Successful Church Leadership at Schuller's Crystal Cathedral. Speakers included Bill Hybels, John Maxwell, and Rick Warren (Sword of the Lord, 11/28/97). ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The Rev. Robert Schuller was the keynote speaker at the 15th annual Islamic Convention sponsored by the Muslim American Society. Schuller, a televangelist whose "Hour of Power" TV program reaches 20 million viewers in 180 countries, said he made the appearance to promote understanding between Muslims and Christians. In his speech Schuller said the two religions had much in common (Sword of the Lord, 11/28/97).
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United Methodist Communications (UMCom), the public relations agency for the United Methodist Church, openly promoted homosexual marriage in a cable television program it sponsored entitled "Adam & Steve? Same Sex Marriages and Christian Faith." The program argues that the church should heed the desire of homosexuals to solemnize their relationships with the blessing of the church, because "gay and lesbian couples are wanting to make a profession of their couple-ness in the eyes of God." United Methodist pastors who support gay marriage are interviewed, including one who said that the church has "has erected barriers to people" over sexual orientation, and argues that "Jesus would open doors," not close them. Wilford Bane of UMCom's Division of Public Media said the same-sex program was aimed specifically at young people (Plains Baptist Challenger, 12/97)
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The treatment of choice for Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD), Ritalin, increased 400% between 1990 and 1996. Many doctors are concerned that giving Ritalin rather than discipline sends children the message that they are not responsible for their own conduct, that they are driven by "uncontrollable impulses," for which there are drugs (Education Reporter, 1/98).
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Pagan Services at Cathedral Marks World Aids Day

SACRAMENTO-Under the guise of an interfaith prayer service for the AIDS agenda and AIDS casualties, the Cathedral of the Blessed Sacrament was the setting for pagan ceremonies on Sunday evening, November 30, the eve of World AIDS Day.

The ceremony included prayers to Buddha, Aztec rituals, nondenominational Christian songs, candle and incense rituals and the :calling of names" It concluded with a procession to the nearby Hyatt Regency led by an Aztec priestess bearing incense, accompanied by drums and feathered Aztec cultists, to view 700 panels of the AIDS Quilt.

This observance of World AIDS Day was just one of the many celebrated in Catholic cathedrals and churches across the country, from Sacramento, to St. Augustine, to Washington, D.C., to Rochester, New York, as homosexual-related events in Catholic churches pepper the calendar as feast days did in days of old.

Important homosexual events in Catholic churches (in addition to AIDS funerals, blessing ceremonies, homosexual and lesbian choirs .and concerts, 'kids' days at the quilt," dignity events, New Ways Ministry conferences) are now held in June, for Gay Pride Month; in October, for Gay Coming Out Month and Gay History Month; in November-December, for World AIDS Day. In addition, some churches, such as St. Francis in Sacramento, have hosted special homosexual Mardi Gras events before Lent. (Sword of the Lord, 2/20/98)

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CNV Notes

The purpose of this special edition newsletter is to give the subscribers who do not have a computer or access to the Internet an oppurtunity to enjoy some of the articles I have found on the Web.

Almost all of the printed version subscribers do not have access to the vast amount of information on the Internet as others of us do. Many e-mail subscribers have only an e-mail account and are not connected to the Internet.

I believe God is using the Internet to His glory and I wish to share what Biblical resources I can with others while I still can. Of course there are the forces of Satan, i.e. false teachers, cults, pornographers, ect, sharing the Internet with the Messengers of Christ, as they have been around opposing the work of God's ministers since the beginning.

I say, while I still can, because in a short time the Antichrist will "take over" the Internet as he comes into reign.

Question, comments, and new subscribers are always welcome.

Please check out the resources offered. They offer discernment and help finance this ministry.

We Must Earnestly Contend For The Faith.-(Jude 1:3)

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